First communion, 1896
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A luminous halo surrounds it.
It arrived in Canada by air, but I think it traveled more like through a time tunnel.
White, elegant, ethereal in its embroidery and transparencies.
It’s a dress.
But not just any dress, but a family adventure spanning almost seventy years.
My older sisters wore it, then me, my nieces, and later my daughter.
Last week, it enveloped the beauty of my precious granddaughter, Natalia, on the day of her First Communion.
She looked like a princess on that day of light when we Catholics receive grace and the bread of life.
Seeing her with little heart beating with emotion, my daughter beside, compressed my time into a triple breath.
I believe that family traditions are a way to transcend the passage of time.
It occurred to me to make a collage with our old First Communion photographs: seven decades in a single glance.
As I said at the beginning, this organza fabric carries the aura of each of those girls who wore it on that special day, including me.
More than a dress, it’s a legendary halo that tells stories of life and memories, for generations…
